The Hollow Court representatives were not what I expected.
I had built them as sharp suited diplomats in my mind, the kind of calculated political creatures that Duskmere’s court seemed to specialize in producing. What I found in the outer court when Caelan led me to the high window overlooking it were three figures who looked, at first glance, entirely unremarkable.
A tall woman in gray. A young man who could not have been much older than me. An elderly figure whose gender I could not determine from this distance, leaning on a gnarled staff.
“The woman is Maren Doss,” Oryn said from behind us, appearing so quietly that I startled. He did not acknowledge that. “Senior negotiator for the Hollow Court and the most dangerous person in that courtyard by a considerable margin. The young one
